What We Seek

Part 10

Chapter Ten

*Major Smut Warning!*

"Awww, Eddie! You look so hipster!"

The pink flamingo hoodie that Eddie was wearing with ripped, black jean shorts were so chic on him I thought I'd scream. The loathing look he gave the clothes in the mirror made my excited reaction die out.

"Eddie, what's wrong?"

"This...outfit isn't exactly...me, Richie."

Shit, I've been grabbing all the things I've always wanted to see him in. How in the hell did I not realize that he wants to try on what he actually likes.

"Eddie, I'm..."

"Oh my god, are you Richie 'Trashmouth' Tozier?! We are huge fans!"

Three teenage girls had run over to me, standing directly between me and Eddie. He looked really let down by their intrusion into my apology.

"Girls, I am indeed, but let me talk with this man first please?"

They scattered to the sides around me as I leaned in close to Eddie's ear to whisper to him.

"I'm sorry. About the clothes and fans. You go get changed and then we can find things you actually want to wear, okay? I think it is unspoken, but we should keep 'us' under wraps until your divorce is over. Love you though, Eddie Spaghetti."

"Love you too, Rich. Don't scare these girls like you did to the boy."
He walked back over to the dressing room he was originally in while I laughed and joked with the outgoing young fans. I gave them a picture only to have another few people come over. Eddie was out and looking around by the time I finally managed to excuse myself from a large crowd of them.

"Oh, looks like I've got to go! Thanks for the support!"
I ran over past Eddie, barely remembering not to hold hands when we were in front of all those people.

"Eds, time to go!"

"Oh, okay."

He followed me out to the car where we hurriedly went to the other side of town to shop. He managed to find plenty of new clothes to replace what winter wardrobe he had utilized in New York. My favorite were a pair of tiny blue track shorts that reminded me of his old red ones. They were quite flattering in my view, so I managed to convince him to buy that one item for my sake. We ended our little escapade out on the town by getting some groceries to take back to our place, filling the back seat of my car as we got in and drove towards home.

Our...I like calling my place his. He owns my home and heart, after all. I mean who could ask for a better person to trust with your keys and feelings than my little Eddie?

The same tune I had heard that morning played from Eddie's pocket. I had to focus my eyes on the road, but Eddie informed me what was happening.

"Hey Richie, I'm getting a call from Bill!"

"Put it on speaker, Eds! I want to hear how our favorite author who writes horrid endings is doing."

Bill picked it up, but he didn't even hesitate before starting right into a long talk.

"Hey, Eddie, so I wanted to fill you in on something. I have a place in Florida with Mike, so we said that if we were drunk and trying to get laid, then it would be okay to bring home girls, right? So Mike comes in really, really wasted, like he was so far gone. Well, he stumbled into my room. I don't know why, but he begged me to sleep in his room so he could have my bed. I kind of didn't want to argue with a drunk Mike, who is a completely emotional handful, so I just agreed. I walked out with my laptop so I could keep writing and all but as I left he said, "I love the way your room smells. It's you but all around. I love it." So he finally woke up, puked his guts out in our bathroom, and is now watching TV, so do I bring it up? I figured you had seen Richie drunk by now so what kind of things does he say? Is it like that or is what Mike said, like, not flirty?"